Memories to Burn: A wisefool



Reflecting on the past
Which gives me tremors
The memories  that I wish to Burn
I am here out to dream
A new dawn in the making
With new memories to make
Old memories to Burn
A day to reflect
Wounds to heal but scars do remain
Vibing in silence
Trip to the past reliving the memories 
Reliving the magical moments
Hearts does tremor, my body does shiver
Memories makes me mad
Memories makes me sad
Memories  makes me silent
Memories makes me violent
Memories in Me
Memories which bleeds in me
Memories  which I wish to Burn
Memories which did heal
Making new memories  burning old memories
New memories to make
Old memories  to break
I will make it right 
With all my might
I will make it well
Path to choose choices to make
As a new dawn in the making
There are moments to make
There are memories to make
There are choices to make 
Living the life the way I want to
I am what I am ..you are what you are..
Memories to Burn. Memories to heal.

- Wisefool













































eflecting on the past

Which gives me tremors
The memories  that I wish to Burn
I am here out to dream
A new dawn in the making
With new memories to make
Old memories to Burn
A day to reflect
Wounds to heal but scars do remain
Vibing in silence
Trip to the past reliving the memories 
Reliving the magical moments
Hearts does tremor, my body does shiver
Memories makes me mad
Memories makes me sad
Memories  makes me silent
Memories makes me violent
Memories in Me
Memories which bleeds in me
Memories  which I wish to Burn
Memories which did heal
Making new memories  burning old memories
New memories to make
Old memories  to break
I will make it right 
With all my might
I will make it well
Path to choose choices to make
As a new dawn in the making
There are moments to make
There are memories to make
There are choices to make 
Living the life the way I want to
I am what I am ..you are what you are..
Memories to Burn. Memories to heal.




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